Writing from the bones…( APAD) P oetry Prompt #1

2. Writing from the bones…( APAD)Poetry Prompt #1 What is your reason for forgetting to breathe? “and I wonder if Beethoven held his breaththe first time his fingers touched the keysthe same way a soldier holds his breaththe first time his finger clicks the trigger.We all have different reasons for forgetting to breathe.” ― Andrea Gibson

3. Figures of Speech Simile Life is like… …a journey …a dance …a game …a dream Metaphor Life is… …a journey ….a dance …a game …a dream

4. met·a·phor/metəfôr/A thing regarded as representative or symbolic of something else, esp. something abstract.orA comparison of two unalike things, without using like, or asThe __________ is a_____________(Noun) (Noun)

5. The worldis a stage. All the world's a stage,And all the men and women merely players;They have their exits and their entrances,And one man in his time plays many parts

6. A metaphor expresses the unfamiliar (the tenor) in terms of the familiar (the vehicle). When Neil Young sings, "Love is a rose," Rose = the vehicle Love = the tenor • Love is the tenor (unfamiliar thing) in this scenario because love is subjective; meaning we might have different ideas of what love is, what it feels like, looks like, etc.

7. "Love Is A Rose“Love is a rosebut you better not pick itIt only grows when it's on the vine.A handful of thorns andyou'll know you've missed itYou lose your lovewhen you say the word "mine."

8. Simile • A comparison between two unalike things using like or as used to explain something abstract in a concrete way. For example:

9. “Life is like a box of chocolates…”

11. Metaphor Recap… Love is a___________. • Don’t leave your reader hanging, they might not get it at first, or know what you’re going for when you compare love to a fart, peach, grave, sunset, flower. You will have to spell it out for them a little with the rest of your poem. Why? How is love like a __________? Same goes for simile…. Love is like a _____________. How so? Explain…

12. APAD #2 Scent to Memory • Brainstorm: It is said that our sense of smell is the most primitive. Jot down some scents that trigger memories for you; these can be either appealing to you, or repulse you. For each one, describe the memory, or experience you associate with the smell, making sure to bring in your other senses in your description. • Write: a poem with the title of the smell, where you describe the memory in great detail that smell triggers for you.

13. ALLITERATION-Go to Prezi @ http://prezi.com/-nofzywuxfzi/alliteration-assonance-and-consonance/

14. Shakespearean sonnet: --A 14 line poem, written in iambic pentameter, that employs the rhyme scheme abab, cdcd, efef,gg, and can be divided into three quatrains (four line stanzas) and a couplet (two line stanza).Iambic Pentameter: line of poetry that can be divided into 5 metric feet (ten syllables each) with alternately unstressed and stressed syllables. “Shall I/ compare/ thee to/ a sum/ mer's day Thou art/ more lov/ly and/ more temp/orate”

15. My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like the Sun(Sonnet 130) My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress when she walks treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.

16. Sonnet 18 (paraphrase) OOOOH Baby I think I shall compare you to a summer dayBut, you know, you're prettier and even better, even calmBecause sometimes it gets windy and the buds on the trees get shaken offAnd sometimes summer doesn't last very longSometimes it's too hotAnd everything gorgeous loses its looksBy getting hit by a truck Or just because everyone and everything gets old and ugly and shabbyBUT (and here's the turn) you're going to keep your looks for ever Your beauty will last for everI'm going to make sure that you never lose your good looksAnd that nasty old Death can never brag about owning youBecause I shall write this poem about youAs long as men can breathe (are you breathing?) As long as men can see (are you looking at this poem?)Then this poem lives, and it gives life and memory to your beauty.

17. Sonnet #29 (Paraphrase) When I feel and lucky and as if no one likes meAnd I feel all alone and cryAnd it's as if my prayers to heaven have no power at all because no one is listeningAnd I feel sorry for myself and think that 'm the unluckiest person aliveI wish that I had that persons opportunitiesThat I looked like that cute person and was as popular as the most popular person in my classWishing that I had that man's talent, and that man's understanding of difficult conceptsNot at all happy with the things I usually enjoy.Even then, almost hating myself for thinking this wayPerhaps my thoughts think about you, and then my soul,Just like the lark that sings at the moment the light of dayBreaks over the cold earth, sings a song filled with joy and light Because I remember the sweet love we share, and the richness that it brings And, at that point, remembering what we have together, I wouldn't changemy present condition even with a king.

18. APAD #3: Sonnet • Compose a sonnet: • 14 total lines: • Three quatrains (four line stanzas) following the ABAB, CDCD, EFEF rhyme scheme • Followed by one couplet • Written in iambic pentameter These are due (typed) tomorrow!

19. Personification giving human qualities to animals or objects. Directions for APAD #4: Title: Pick something to personify Line 1: Title + (how it arrives or begins) Line 2: Tell what it does Line 3: and how it does it Line 4: and where it is Line 5: Tell how it leaves WindThe wind dances in onTrotting horses’ feetIt stops in a goldenValley looking about throughFiery eyes, and then rages pastAt a mighty gallop.by J. Kurnath Fog The fog comeson little cat feet. It sits lookingover harbor and cityon silent haunchesand then moves on. byCarl Sandburg

20. The Birch Tree The birch tree begins as a seed, growing so much more slowly than the aspens But wanting to grow, to stand tall and proudthe birch tree’s many arms— branches stretching upwards – attempting to grab the sunlike a child reaching for a cookie jar on the top of the fridge Struggling for the prize That is just out of reachstuck between pine tree neighbors, who laugh at him for even trying to be tall like the aspens, to not be Stuck in their shadows.

21. Figurative Language Notes cont. IMAGERY-- Visually descriptive or figurative language A good poet does not use imagery -- that is, images in general -- merely to decorate a poem. He does not ask Himself, "How can I dress up my subject so that it will seem fancier than it is?" Rather, he asks himself, "How can I make my subject appear to the reader exactly as it appears to me?" Imagery helps him solve his problem, for it enables him to present his subject as it is: as it looks, smells, tastes, feels and sounds. To the reader imagery is equally important: it provides his imagination with something palpable to seize upon. ONOMATOPOEIA - The formation of a word from a sound associated with what is named (e.g., cuckoo, sizzle). Although imagery usually refers to visual images, there are also aural images. The use of words which sound like their meaning is called onomatopoeia. e.g. buzz, hiss, clang , splash, murmur, chatter, etc.

22. In the Library by Charles Simic There’s a book called “A Dictionary of Angels.” No one has opened it in fifty years, I know, because when I did, The covers creaked, the pages Crumbled. There I discovered The angels were once as plentiful As species of flies. The sky at dusk Used to be thick with them. You had to wave both arms Just to keep them away. Now the sun is shining Through the tall windows. The library is a quiet place. Angels and gods huddled In dark unopened books. The great secret lies On some shelf Miss Jones Passes every day on her rounds. She’s very tall, so she keeps Her head tipped as if listening. The books are whispering. I hear nothing, but she does

23. 3 Prompts/3 minutesAPAD Prompt #5: Striking Images What images obsess you? What do you think about when you are daydreaming? What kinds of images do you find yourself returning to, or seeking comfort from? What object, person, place, picture could you stare at for hours without getting bored? Choose one of those images and describe it in great detail. Don’t worry about making it a poem yet, just use uncommon language and apply sensory details to your description.

25. Prompt #6: “Where Beauty Hides” Model: If you look at the ugliness of the world—at the homeless woman lying in the doorway, at her dress of rags and bed of old newspapers—you might see a kind of beauty. Your turn: If you look at the ugliness of the world—at the ________________________– you might see a kind of beauty.

26. Prompt #7: Special Place Most of us, as children, had a secret hiding place or a favorite spot we used to go to in order to get away from our families and our ordinary lives. It might have been a spot in the woods, a fort in the yard or basement, or the roof of the house. Write about your place and, if possible, particular event/incident that made you seek it out.